Aug 2020
the thorn in my side
fused to your branches
reminds me I should have never
gone out on a limb
the thorn in my side
corks my red wine blood
grab a glass, drink me up
you won’t be around for the hangover
fused to your branches
reminds me I should have never
gone out on a limb
the thorn in my side
corks my red wine blood
grab a glass, drink me up
you won’t be around for the hangover
(31/M/Florida)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems